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The cadence of it makes me whole
I'll fly with you up through a cloud
We'll dance the moon around
sing until the sunrise
beckons us back down
then home on the last moonbeam
with pockets full of stars and dreams
and nothing shall we lack, my love
Yes, nothing we shall lack
Sliding on the last moonbeam, it is...
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful idea about doing the photos and poems in tandem...Your book Breathing Rice also seemed to me a work in tandem with your husband and family. He was so much a part of your interests. It's inspiring. The photos are lovely, and your poems refreshing. Thanks for sharing tumbleweedblossoms with us. Pushpa